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the evening had a filter of sepia. brown houses and golden streets, the glow of a soft orange streetlight bounced off the bonnet of our white car. then, the road became more private and i came back home the same way i had left it.
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Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 4:23 AM UTC
the car ride home
the evening had a filter of sepia. brown houses and golden streets, the glow of a soft orange streetlight bounced off the bonnet of our white car. then, the road became more private and i came back home the same way i had left it.
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Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 4:23 AM UTC
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